In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them allCaptured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceiveJoy
vanished far out thereBurning desire, but no hopeShe longs for home, bu tcan not find a wayA dismal destiny hidden behind a
smile

Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you wereYou sold your flesh, but found no comfortThat which glitters does
not bring you peace

Gern you devoted yourselfand consumed many desire.But, still in the night,gold is dripping from
your eyes.

Frya, Od you shall find when everything endsThen you shall be set freeUntill that day you shall find no
comfortNot even in the shining Brisinghamen